Midnight Pleasures

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For Lady Elena she'd been preparing for finding a suitable husband all her life. She had been brought up and taught to catch the attentions of men who were potential husbands ready for the moment
she came of age. She did not expect to fall under the spell of the rugged handsome, Count Von Dragma. A man of high status in society and a scandalous reputation with women. Can she pry herself
away from such a handsome man?. Or will she fall into his grasp like so many others before her?. Would she be the one to capture his heart and keep it?. Only she can decide. Only she can determine
where her fate will take her.

Submitted: October 07, 2017

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Chapter One- The beginning

My heart quickened as he caught my graze from across the room. This handsome stranger I knew only by name. Count Von Dragma a famous gent in these parts. Known for aiding women in discovering their most darkest desires. Though I can't imagine why I would interest him. A woman who had just come of age and thrust upon society like a cannon ball plummeting towards an enemy ship.

He must have been nearly three times my age although I must say he did not look it. Not as I see him now. A dark haired beauty with a handsome rugged smile. The kind that pierces the souls of even the most well behaved chaised woman.

His eyes equipped to reach deep into one's soul with one look of longing desire. He was indeed the very kind of man my mother warned me about. I know to be with him is a place I should not venture. That I should look away from his rugged beauty. I know what his reputation could do to me. Yet I cannot turn away. I cannot stop the curiosity.

Before I know it his mysterious past and looks that are easy on the eyes are drawing me in. I am now striding towards him unable to stop myself. Next thing I know I am standing before him speechless. My mouth open as if to say something but no sound comes out. No words seem to form in ways that would explain what I am doing standing here in front of him.

He does not say a word either. His lips do not form a smile they remain in a relaxed position. Further up his face I notice one eye brow raised slightly as if to question my motives without words. Lower from his eye brows I see his eyes. Their smiling at me a cheesy grin. He likes seeing me floundering trying to pluck up the courage to say something, anything at this point in time.

Dare I say it, he's actually enjoying watching this poor display on my behalf. The nerve of him I'd be angry ready to strike him if I wasn't so taken, taken by how handsome he looks right now looking at me in such a manner. I should be upset that he feels he can act this way but he knows full well what he's doing. He seems to relish in the attention.

I'm most probably not the only one he's effected in this manner. That should make me jealous, upset, angry but strangely it doesn't. I know I should walk away without a word hopefully the whole torrid affair will be forgotten. But here I say unable to convince myself to pry myself from the spot I find myself currently residing in.

Lost in thought trying to work out how best to solve the problem I have created. I don't even notice he's taken my hand. Before I know it he's led me out onto the dance floor. I wonder if I should tell him dancing isn't my strong suit. Well he will know soon enough either way. Mother always said I had two left feet.

Amongst all these thoughts I had barely noticed that dancing had indeed been going surprisingly well. I hadn't had an accident yet so that was an improvement. Everything is going super fast, I see everyone else whizzing passed getting on with their own business.

As the dance draws to an end he leans in close, so close I can hear him breathing next to my ear. He whispers that he'd like me to join him in his chambers. My heart skips a beat hearing the words. But I knew I must keep my composure and not let the room know he'd asked me something so scandalous.

I slowly pull away from him. I allow him to bow and kiss my hand before leaving the room. I wait a decent amount of time before following him to his chambers so I don't arouse suspicion. I swiftly knock the door loud enough for only him to hear.

Before I even had time to think about what I was doing or to question it. The door was pulled open to reveal him in all his manly glory. The rather large male part of his body standing to attention right before my eyes which had widened. I had only ever seen a man toppless never fully naked.

My heart raced at a million miles per hour, my hands became sweaty and before I knew it my eyes rolled back into my head it was dark. My legs came from under me as I collapsed. He caught me before I hit the floor and swiftly carried me into his room.

Moments later I woke to him shuffling about his room in his robe. Upon seeing me awake he swiftly came to my side with a cup of water. He apologised for startling me. Explained that my confidence made him think that I had been with men before or at least wasn't nervous at the prospect of doing anything with a man.

I blushed as I sat up and took a sip of my water. The cool wet liquid gushed down my throat. What started out as a sip ending with me finishing the glass. When I'm finish he takes it from me and puts it on his beside table. When his hand returns he puts it on my hand.

He looks at me straight in the eyes and asks if I would prefer it if we didn't do anything tonight. His eyes have me lost in them. Their like mesmerising pools of glistening water. That just calls to your very soul beckoning you to dive into them. The sound drowns out as I watch his lips forming around each word like they were the softest of cakes.

Milliseconds later the sound returns and its as though my mind makes each word last longer than they should. My nether regions begin to tingle hanging on to the sound of each word that leaves his lips. I begin wonder how his lips would taste.

Would they be soft as velvet or more rugged like his appearance. My heart's pace seemed to pick up again the more I thought about it. Then all at the same time I began to notice the strange effect his touch was having on me. Without a second thought I lunged towards him and began kissing him passionately. But also hungrily, he had made me feel things I had never felt before now.

My body wanted him, screamed for him and I could not explain why. I just had to have him, all of him. Every inch of his mouth watering manly body. He kissed me back of course the longer he did, it seemed he was close to revealing just how bad he wanted me. But that he would silence that urge rather quickly.

We'd been kissing for a few minutes now and his hands began to move to areas that had not sensed a man's touch before. Rather abruptly he broke the kiss and stood up began pacing then stopped looking straight at me as he said "Are you sure?. Don't lie be 100% certain. Do you wish to lie with me properly this night?.".

As he stands before me, my eyes wonder from his and drift to his own nether regions. His rather large male part was standing to attention once more. Poking out slightly through his robe calling to me. My female parts tingled once more. I could feel him studying me waiting for an answer.

Saying nothing I stood up and slowly very seductively removed my clothes. I looked him straight in the eyes as made my slow decent to my knees. I became face to face with this large exquisite example of the male body. I separated his robe to better see it. I swiftly took it in my hand and examined it.

No one had ever spoke of what to do with it. I was briefly told at school and by my mother how it is used to make children. But I had never seen one before not even a picture. Nor have ever had to use one before.

As I studied it in my hand my private parts tingled more and it came moist, wet almost as some sort of fluid seemed to leak out. Without even thinking too much about it I slightly tightened my grip on his penis and slowly began to move it. Towards me then back to him as it remained inside my grip.

He moaned slightly in pleasure. His reaction suggested what I was doing was causing it so I did it some more. This time alittle faster building up a rhythm. His moaning became more frequent. He was loving this very much I could tell especially when his legs seemed as though they could no longer support him.

While I kept doing what I was doing he moved to a seated position on his bed. He moaned much louder. My private parts became drenched in the fluid that had escaped before. It seemed to increase the more I did this to him. I had no clue if this was what I was meant to be doing but it seemed to be working.

After awhile I slowed down. Without thinking I moved in closer and swiftly put my mouth around his penis. It was like my body told me what to do as I began to suck on it fast. This sent him into a frenzy of passionate moans as his grips the bed. I do this faster and faster for quite a while. Before he stands, removes his robe and swiftly picks me up.

We kiss passionately as he holds me in his embrace, levitated above the ground. My heart races again as in a blink of an eye he moves me onto the bed as we kiss. He hovers on top of me kissing me like I have never been kissed before. His penis poking into my body teasing it.

He pulls away from the kiss, looks me deep in the eye with those seductive eyes and asks "Are you ready? My love". I find myself nodding as I seductively bite my lip, before I even had time to think about it. He straightens up slightly. He guides my legs apart. He runs his finger slowly down my body from my chest to my vagina.

He teases a rather sensitive area just above the opening to my vagina. He holds me steady with his spare hand as my body naturally responds to his teasing. I experience the need to close my legs slightly and to moan even scream loudly. I deliberately force myself not to make a noise.

His face looks as though it needs more as it sees me behave in this manner. He tells me it's alright for me to express how this is making me feel with sound. Seconds after he says that I moan super loud with pleasure. This makes him smile and before I have time to recover from how he made me feel his fingers enter my vagina.

He pushes in two, three, four and finally a whole fist and starts moving it in, out as if he was needing dough for bread. I found this strange but milliseconds later I'm gripping onto the bed. Head thrown backwards screaming in pleasure as I experience that intense pleasure down below and the need to slightly close my legs again.

Moments later he stops and tells me to brace myself that the next thing to enter my vagina may hurt alittle. In a fit of passion I tell him it's alright that he should get on with it because I want him and only him. To which he responded with one swift movement. He positioned his penis then lunged forward and thrusted his penis inserting it quickly into my vagina.

I screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as he did so. Moments later he started moving it around inside me. In, out, in, out. I gripped the bed moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain once more. He lowered himself till he was resting on top of me as he continued the movements. He moaned too and sat up alittle caressing my face as he watching my reaction to him bedding me.

He sped up as he leaned into kiss me passionately and I let out muffled moans as he did. I kept gripping the bed fearing I might fall off as his pace increased. His thrusting went deeper and harder. I found myself gasping between screams of pleasure.

He moved his hand to hold me from behind my head. Sitting up slightly keeping this new pace. He looks at me with hungry eyes as he holds my head. I feel his penis inside me hitting the walls of my vagina again and again almost as if it was a battering ram trying to gain entry to a castle. Just faster and more intense.

My moans increase to wild screams of passion and pleasure as I feel my vagina doing something I never thought it could do. It's contracting, a sort of pulsing feeling around his penis as he pounds into my vagina like a carpenter hammering in a nail. My reaction at this moment sends him into a frenzy once more and he increases his depth, speed, force too.

I can't help myself with how wild and loud my screams get. Unknown to me I am closing in on my first proper orgasm. But he knows it, he holds my waist allowing him to thrust harder, deeper and faster.

When he feels I have peaked he pulls out fast. As he does I scream extremely loud and an enormous amount of fluid explodes from my vagina. Soaking myself, the bed and him. He doesn't seem to care as after the explosion of over two minutes finishes he re-enters my vagina with his still rock solid penis.

His speed, depth and force returns to what it was before he pulled out. It increases to the maximum his stamina can allow with me holding onto the bed for dear life. This lasts for ages it seems as I cry out in pain and pleasure.

His thrusts slow down but become even deeper and with more force. As he grunts and moans in pleasure before screaming my name at the top of his lungs as he climaxes. I scream in immense pleasure at the top of my lungs at that exact moment. I feel the rather warm fluid flow out of his penis into my vagina. He pushes in further which seems almost like an instinct.

I feel it hit the walls of my vagina spilling into me like the rapids of a river gone wild. I thought it wouldn't take long before he was finished. Oh how I was wrong. My eyes widen as he pushes in even further again. His face straining from doing so and it just keeps coming.

I don't know if we got so lost in that moment that time seemed to resume at a much slower pace for us in this moment or if he did indeed spend what seemed like forever releasing his warm fluid inside me. But either way it was euphoric. Truly amazing. He thrusted deeply, hard and fast one last time before the fluid stopped releasing. As he did I found my eyes rolling back into my head and everything going black once more. I had passed out again.

I woke unsure of the time that had gone by to find him no longer on top of me. Nor was he beside me or anywhere else in the room. Only a handful of strangers at the end of the room near the entrance. I find a note on the pillow beside me.

"Stay as long as you like my love. But stay. Don't move not just yet. My servents will change the bedding and give you a clean night gown once you wake. I've instructed them to bring you food once the physician has been to see you. Please eat.

I shall return at midnight tomorrow evening. If I find you are still in my chambers when I return I will know you will want more of what you have experienced here with me this night".

Chapter Two- The Dance

All his life he's been told he must wed. That it must be a woman of great importance in society. A matter of great importance to secure himself a line of succession. Children, preferably boys to carry on his name. That's all his father wanted for him since he started this dance. The dance of courtship.

But since his father's passing and his mother no longer showing the same goals as his father. He brought it upon himself to choose his own path. He'd never known the love of woman before and to be frank never wanted to. He was quite happy going to bed knowing fine women laid beside him. As each night was a new adventure.

Women of all backgrounds and nationalities would find themselves drawn to him, a moth to a flame. He of course did nothing to stop them or to correct their course. He relished in being the only gentleman of high status in society who could pleasure a woman the way he could.

Call it what you will, a gift, a blessing or even the devils own curse. Either way the women he bedded came to him happy, sad. But went back into society or sometimes to their husbands unable to walk. Their time together forever implanted into their heads. Some would return for more time and time again. Others would just dream of their time together.

He never used to care for their reputation. What would happen to them if anyone found out they had bedded him. He never felt it his responsibility to check in on them. He never made promises he couldn't keep and talk of marriage was always far from his lips.

He'd always in force a sort of test. If the woman he bedding was serious about him they'd have a choice. Let his physician and servants tend to them as they waited for him to return at midnight the next day.

Often he didn't even go back to find out. As he was even unsure what it meant if they were still there or if they had gone. He thought perhaps it best not to ever find out what any of those scenarios meant to him. He'd been doing this for many years and had thought his heart just a solid rock of ice. Letting in brief amounts of feeling lasting the duration of his time with the woman. Nothing more.

But this was strange the feeling he felt as he left this young dark hair beauty passed out on his bed. What was so different about her?. It can't have been that she was a virgin when he bedded her because he'd had virgins before. Many times in fact. He rather enjoyed the faces they'd pull and noises they'd make when caught up in the passion of love making for the first ever time.

He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something about her. It puzzled him all day as he left to attend the boring meetings his mother kept arranging for him. Meetings about the business his father once own and his mother hoped he would take over.

When he should have been concentrating on talks of money and employees his mind wondered to her. He didn't even ask her name he recalled as he remembers the events of the evening before. He had only attended that dance because his mother requested it. But now knowing what events took place that evening he did not regret going.

Which was strange because usually at parties such as that one. He'd only bed some of the women there out of boredom. Hoping to perhaps spark some rivalry between him and a few husbands. Fuel for the rumours about his reputation. Rumours that spread as fast as wildfire when given the right fuel to get it going.

He did not care about how those rumours made him feel. In fact rather than hurt him they made him feel powerful, wanted, needed. Of much purpose than being just some broad's husband. The danger of being discovered made him feel alive. Made him want to bed those women with such passion and no sense of honour many times in one night.

Alas though the rule he put into place without really thinking about it stopped him from doing that. He had to bed them once in a flit of euphoric bliss. Leave them as they sleep, say he's going to return at midnight but instead he moves on to a different place. A new party new women to sample and leave all over again.

Why would he do that?. He didn't even have the answer himself. This had always baffled him. He rarely thought of the women after. Just small snippets of how truly amazing their time actually was. He never felt bad about leaving them. Nor did he wonder if they stayed or if they left he didn't care.

His meetings had been going all day. Required lots of talk from boring men and lots of signatures. He did all of that of course but instead of being even slightest bit interested in talk of business he was thinking about her. The lady from the night before. He found himself calling on memories of what it was like with her. The soft touch of her skin as his hand slowly moved over he body at various different occasions.

How her hair felt as though it was made from silk. He recalled the way that sensation made him feel. His penis twitched and felt as though it was a puzzle piece that fitted in nicely with a much bigger picture. What was she doing to him?. His penis began to rise as he thought about her.

He very nearly shouted "Thank God for that" when his last meeting of the day drew to a close. He swiftly and very briefly shook the hands of the men who attended the meetings. Then rushed out of the room before they could notice an unofficial attendee. Striding down the corridor faster than he ever had in his entire life. He quickly found a quiet area away from prying eyes.

He started to think about less attractive things. For example his grandmother's apple pie freshly baked and served to the family on a Sunday. She'd often refuse to let any of the servants cook it. Even when her age neared the age of ninety. But nothing was working.

His penis was standing to attention as though it was a mental candle stick permanently attached to his body. He frantically tried to think about what to do. A loud sound fills his ears as it shoots through the building. It couldn't be he thought.... Midnight.

Before he had time to think about it his feet were whizzing him off in the direction of his rooms here. The doors flew open as he quite swiftly walked into the room. He scanned the room, where was she?. He felt his rock hard pencil go limp almost as though it was dough.

A maid emerged from the over side of the bed and made her way over to him. "I'm afraid the Lady Elena is gone your grace. She stayed till the physician saw her, had some food, then the bedding was changed and we gave her a clean night gown as you requested. But she left shortly after. She didn't explain why. Just left.".

The maid's words echoed in his ears again and again has he fell to the floor. Lots of distortion occurred as the sound wasn't normal and his vision blurred. The maid was frantically running about calling for the physician. She left the room to bring him and the physician came to check him over.

His hearing came back to normal as did his vision. He stared at a blank spot on the wall as the physician examined him. He wondered why it bothered him so that she was gone. He never cared before. He was always in another country, another city far away and never even was curious about if they were still in his room or not.

The physician, a long time friend deemed him perfectly healthy. The only diagnosis he gave was that Count Von Dragma was finally beginning to feel. That Lady Elena could be the one.



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